What We Talkin' About (feat. Luke Steele)

Blueprint, trois Yeah, yeah What we talkin' about? Real shit, or we talkin' about rhymes? You talkin' about millions, or you talkin' about mine? What we talkin' about? 'Cause I ain't got time For what people be talkin' about all the time What we talkin' about? Fiction, or we talkin' about fact? You talkin' about fiction? Hold up, pardon my back I'm talkin' about life, and all I hear is "Oh yeah, he keeps talkin' about crack." I ain't talkin' about profit, I'm talkin' about pain I'm talkin' about despair, I'm talkin' about shame I ain't talkin' about gossip, I ain't talkin' about Game I ain't talkin' about Jimmy, I ain't talkin' about Dame I'm talkin' about real shit, them people playin' What is you talkin' about? I don't know what y'all sayin' People keep talkin' about "Hov, take it back!" I'm doin' better than before, why would I do that? Ain't nothin' cool 'bout carryin' a strap About worryin' your moms and buryin' your best cat Talkin' about revenge while carryin' his casket All teary-eyed, about to take it to a mattress I'm talkin' about music, I ain't talkin' about rap You talkin' about who's hot, I ain't talkin' about that The conversation is changed, let's yap about that I don't run rap no more, I run the map They talk, we live We see what they say, they say, they say (I see what y'all talkin' about, ha ha) They talk, we did Who cares what they say, they say, they say? Still they can't focus on them, they be talkin' about me Talkin' about what I wear, talkin' about where I be Check out my hair: these ain't curls, these is peas "Peasey head" still get paid, I'm combin' through G's Please, we ain't focused on naps 'Cause I don't run rap no more, I run the map A small part of the reason the President is black I told him I got him when he hit me on the jack Talkin' about progress, I ain't lookin' back You know I run track; try not to get lapped People keep talkin' about "Hov left 'em flat." Try to rewrite history, let's talk about facts Dame made millions, even Jaz made some scraps He could've made more, but he ain't sign his contract As far as street guys, we was dealin' crack That's just how the game goes, I don't owe nobody jack Grown men want me to sit 'em on my lap But I don't have a beard and Santa Claus ain't black I repeat, you can't sit on my lap I don't have a beard, now get off my sack—scream at me! They talk, we live We see what they say, they say, they say They talk, we did Who cares what they say, they say, they say? (Blueprint 3) And now that that's that, let's talk about the future We have just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther Now you could choose to sit in front of your computer Posin' with guns, shootin' YouTube up Or you could come with me to the White House, get your suit up! You stuck on being hardcore, I chuck the deuce up Peace out Medusa Welcome to the Blue-ah-Print-ah Tre-piece, Jay-Z your tutor Tooter of my own horn, beep beep, moo-ya Rass clot when rude boy come through with the roof up So I could see the sky 'Cause everybody talkin' Hov, I think we know why They talk, we live We see what they say, they say, they say They talk, we did Who cares what they say, they say, they say?